Ugh Alex is ugly, Jessica is way prettier imo. What I don't get is why Kristin is taking Alex's side. Jessica and Kristin are suppose to be best friends!
^i know! but i guess i would be annoyed with jessica too. but didnt alex hook up w/ jason when he and jessica were going out? because then jessica is just doing what alex did to her. plus, why doesnt alex get mad at jason? he was part of it too!
what DID she do to jessica ?
alex and jason didnt hook up BEFORE jason broke up with jessica.
jessica is a complete STUPID, immature and ******* annoying brat.
she looks very pretty in the rolling stone article. but, maybe a little TOO sexy? she is definitley trying to become a real celebrity. i know talan is supposed to have an album coming out, but what does she have coming up? curious...
…her on-again, off-again boyfriend, Stephen. She calls him on her cell phone. The call goes to voice mail.
“she’ll call you back,” says Alex, her roommate,best friend, and indentured slave.
“im not worried,: retorts Kristin, annoyed.
Kristin is too hot to wotty about any one guy. She is the definition of jailbait:small, blonde, lithe, stacked, with searching, curious eyes, a sneering mouth, and a nearly incomprehensible Valley Girl drawl, which is all to the good since most of the time she’s not saying much anyway. For a fun page in the 2005 Laguna Beach High yearbook, the editors cast students as characters in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Kristin was Phoebe Cates
“Izzat her name?” asks Kristin.
In a faded Rolling Stones T-shirt and a denim skirt so short that her polka-dot panties have become part of her outfit, she stretches out in her new bedroom, undecorated except for a poem her mom sent her that’s tacked to the wall. It’s all about the things a real woman should have: “a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill and a black lace bra”; “a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age.” Kristin has stuck her own pin up there, too. It reads, WEED $45; PAPERS $2; SMOKING WITH FRIENDS: PRICELESS.
“I just got really hungry.” Wails Kristin. “how come every time we go shopping we’re out of food the next day?”
“remember when you said that the only food we were going to have was going to be lettuce and vodka?” asks Alex.
“you were like, ‘We’ll be so healthy!’” says Kristin.
Laughter
The phone rings suddenly but Kristin picks it up slow. It’s Stephen, and he’s in.
“Course,” says Kristin, shaking back her hair.
Hanging out with Kristin us a very meta experience: all she wants to talk about are her friends and crushes and what everyone us doing late, but now that LagunaBeach is airing, theres also a lot of conversation about her friends and crushes and what they’re doing later, as presented on the show that week.kristin has become a player in the zeitgeist, the country mesmerized by her close-knit “real-OC” friends and the backstabbing boyfriend-stealing and smack-talking that inevitably transpires between popular kids with nothing to do…
what DID she do to jessica ?
alex and jason didnt hook up BEFORE jason broke up with jessica.
jessica is a complete STUPID, immature and ******* annoying brat.
In its second season, the carefully edited weekly quasi-documentary has become a certified breakout cable-TV hit. Each cast member represents a different teen archtype (the Player, the Heartbreaker, the Doormat), but none are as much fun to watch as Kristin. When her friends say she’s “like a guy” or that she has a “penis mentality,” she responds with a self-satisfied smirk.
So we are today in reality; Kristin truly has Lindsay Lohan on the CD player as she drives through the Los Angelas-San Diego asphalt apocalypse to Laguna’s glittering enclave in her white BMW SUV, but in the back seat, Alex is being madly sidekicked by their friend Jessica, who hasn’t yet seen the episode featuring a breakup with her boyfriend that will air tonight (Kristin and Alex got that tape yesterday). “it’s suh sad,” says Kristin.
“Omigod, she’s so upset,” says Alex. “Should I tell her what happened?”
Kristin has an almost Tourette’s-like inability to speak anything but the truthm except when engaged in girly pursuits like shopping or hairstyling, at which point she drops into a kind of pre-verbal trance, while chanting “love it” and “so sweet”.
Two years ago, when MTV came to the 935-student Laguna Beach High School to cast a reality show, Kristin vowed to get on. Her dad says her stardom isn’t something he advertises around the office these daysm what with his daughter sleeping over at a boys’ houses and being called a “wh*re” by the other kids, but back then he readily agreed. “they asked all these questions,like, ‘What are five things about each of your friends you don’t like?’” says Kristin. “I totally beefed up my answers, made up all this drama that wasn’t even true.”
The first time Kristin saw the show, she cried. “I couldn’t believe what a b*tch they were making me out to be,” she says, her face slackening like she got punched. “Sometimes the director would tell us what to say and I’d be like. ‘No way, this is bullsh*t, I’m not saying that.’ It’s supposed to be reality, right? Things from January are stuck right next to things from months after- It’s like, ‘How can no one else tell that my hair is,like, ling in one scene and in the next it’s short?’ I’m at the pool at my house, and I don’t have a pool at my house. Now I just think of it like I play a character on a TV show.”
Stephens house is in Bluebird Canyon, site of the famouse June mudslide, and wrecked houses still lie splayed all over the mountain like crushed wedding cakes. Kristin looks similar to her TV image, but Stephen, like lots of guys at nineteen, appears younder, underfed, hyper. He slides into the BMWs back seat, announces that he’s hungover and starts talking about sleeping arrangements at the VMAs. “I’m going to share a room with Dieter.” He declares. Silence, “Um, we don’t all have to sleep in our own rooms,” he mumbles.
“Well, obviously,”says Kristin.
Laguna is a riot of obscene Southern Californian wealth, with a Ritz-Carlton on the beach and a Main Street clogged by MILFs and their silver-thumb-ring-wearing adolescent sons shopping for soy cappuccinos, orchids and $180 bikinis. Stephen, Alex, and Kristin have hardly settled into the prime table at an alfresco restaurant before the tourists begin to plead for pictures; one Ohio family has made a list of all the places they hang out on the show and is making a Laguna Beach tour.
“Cool,” says Stephen, nodding a little. “Enjoy it.”
“Enjoy it?” says Kristin, smirking, “What does that mean?”
Silence
“This salad is suh good,” she mumbles.
These days Stephen wants to be a real actor, and he earnestly shared the stories from his acting class.
“I wrote a monologue about how I wore…and spilled…”…..cant read this part of it
“Even before the show, people would tell me that Lauren would sit on Stephen’s lap in chemistry class,” says Kristin. “She cant even hold a conversation. Because she’s pretty and rich, and she thinkgs she’s better than other people.” Says Lauren, “I saw Kristen cheating on Stephen, and it made me mad that she had no respect for such a good person. She knows she’s a fun girl and people like her and she’s really pretty, and she uses that to her advantage.”
Kristin cant stand to lose one guy to another girl, even if that girl is Lindsay Lohan, who recently dated Talan, a Laguna Beach guy Kristin once had on a string. “One night when they were dating I slept in Talan’s bed, I mean, I was fully clothed, wearing a long Tpshirt—nothing went down,” she says, her lips creeping into a smile. “then at, like, 6 AM, Lindsay comes in and freaks out! She starts crying and going ‘aaargh!’ and slams a glass on the table. I was like, ‘Are you kidding me right now?’ Talan had to tell her to leave.” [Lohans publicist denies this event ever occurred.]
This is the level of drama that Kristin deserves now. She’s done with the babyish LagunaBeach stuff. She doesn’t know much about Buddhism, but her father always told her that she is in control of her own destiny, and now she means to be a star. She’s taking only one class at her ocean-front Catholic university this year, and the rest of the time she’s out presenting PETA awards, or at L.A. parties having photographs taken in borrowed dresses. One magazine did a spread on her shopping habits, featuring a photo of her in new clothes and with heaped shopping bags—“I’m wearing all my own clothes, and those bags were empty!” she trills triumphantly.
Tonight she’s a guest on Jimmy Kimmel Live, though she’s barred from entering the backstage bar, since she’s under 21. In her dressing room, she thrums with excitement and happiness, yelling “Yeah!” indiscriminately, a stylist securing her breasts with tape in a cleavage-baring dress, Alex murmuring approvingly from the couch. Her hair lengthened by extensions, Kristin sizes herself up in the mirror: a real woman, maybe not with a screw driver or drill but certainly with a juicy past.
“Whoa,” she says earlier, “I feel like the years are going by faster and faster and faster.” She grimaces, then smiles, resetting her confidence button. “I have a feeling this is going to be that best year ever, though.”
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